So Much Depends Upon The Beauty

I gaze in awe at the beauty that surrounds me
An emerald sea, so gently
Caressing the soft white sands,
washing naked toes
of lovers holding hands.

Flowers starts to full blooms
Awaiting for buzzing lovers to come
To fulfill their purpose
for their sweet perfume to be awaken. 

So much depends upon the beauty,
The home where i belong
Is where true beauty lies.